God taught me to walk away.
and walk away i did.


kids often have the misconception that all the adults in the grown-up world are somehow linked and that we have perpetual knowledge about each other.
like when they ask "what time is mummy coming to pick me".
and then i go "how would i know, she's yours, not mine".
they also have an issue with kissing.
the longer the duration, the more disgusting.
kissing is normally used as an insult.
like "eee yukesh must kiss enhui a thousand times for two hundred years".
oh yes.
in their world, the biggest number is a thousand.
but a redeeming quality kids have.
is that they never feel awkward when left alone with you.
even without conversation.


i have a quirk.
everytime i watch titanic.
at the part where the men in the crow's nest spot the iceberg.
and the captain starts frantically turning the steering wheel to the left.
i'm there egging them on, hoping the ship will turn just a bit more than it usually did.
just so it'll scrape past the iceberg and the ship wont sink and then people wouldnt have to drown or freeze to death.
and then i'll cry because i couldnt do anything to save the many lives lost that night.


today just wasnt right.
i shouldnt be feeling the way i am right now.
that which i recognize so fondly.
that long, familiar path on which my shreds are spread.
both time and party dont fit.
give me a stronger transmission coefficient to tunnel my imagination out of this potential well.
i am hopeful, for its probability is never null.


yesterday
all my troubles seem so far away
now i need a place to hide away
oh i believe in yesterday.

perfection at 5:17 PM